Road Trip

Road Trip

I have been driving
for hours
Stuck in this seat 
wanting to be there. 
I must pay attention,
concentrate on the road,
see where I am going.
And wonder
how it will be 
When I get there?
The horizon does not
advance, but changes.
Clouds so low they
are mountainous--
trees, roadside flowers, crops.
I should be interested, entertained--
but I have seen it, 
passed it again and again.
Even the beauty bores me.